No one on this side of town Knows a good place for a boy to drown They look at me so strange when I talk I wish I was a tradesman Learnin' from some beat down old layman On some hillside they ain't named yet Sleepin' next to mountain fire smoke
And everyone lately's scarin' me It's all backdoor deals and therapy The only callous I've grown is in my mind I wish I was a tradesman Playin' with some tuned up tired string band Somewhere out by the badlands Way past closin' time
So if you wanna trade, I'd say it's a hard earned mile Wanna sweat likе hell, throw a hammer down And know the old feelin' of a fivе o'clock smile And know I didn't take no easy way out
There's somethin' more that I need Than accolades and sympathy Fatiguin' in the summer heat While they smoke big cigars So give me somethin' I can't fake That rich boys can't manipulate Somethin' real that they can't take 'Cause, Lord, I'm not your star
If you wanna trade, I'd say it's a hard earned mile Wanna sweat like hell, throw a hammer down And know the old feelin' of a five o'clock smile And know I didn't take no easy way out
Everyone lately's scarin' me It's all backdoor deals and therapy The only callous I've grown is in my mind
Compositor: Zachary Lane Bryan (Zach Bryan) (BMI)Editor: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)Administração: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #38836678 em 20/Abr/2024